He gives her a Look for the tone, but hardly more than that; it's justified, after all, so he won't pay it too much mind. Instead, he tucks his hands into his pockets and makes his way back to the door. "I'll wait anxiously by the phone, should any such difficulty arise. Take your lunch break, Miss Berthier. You're late and haven't taken it yet." That last bit isn't a request. "Good afternoon." And then he's gone.